The Club of a Caveman
The leg of a chair
A pencil
A yard stick
The pole to a railing
A tree branch
A footlong hot dog
The hand on a clock
A telescope
A bench press bar
The handle of a hammer
A crowbar
A drummers drumstick
A baseball bat,6:34, baseball field,Tuesday
It must feel bad to be a computer
To have to stay in one spot
Being forced to tell your information
Like it or not
How sad he must be
Kept in slavery
Having to work fast
So it won't be his last
Here one comes to type on me
They come to press my many keys
Some look for bikes
Some look for skies
But all come to look at me.
I love the attention
It makes me look smart
Because what I do
Is really great art
The UFO
A manhole cover
A plate
The hubcap on a car
A hamburger bun
A hot crispy fried dough
A pancake
A circle metal sign
A tortilla filled with beans
The cap on a fountain soda
A satelite orbiting earth
Pizza dough being flipped in the air
A circular saw blade
A coin
A frisbee, my backyard, Thursday, May 7, 2009; 4:36 PM
Baseball
I am...
An iron wall, letting nothing past me
A hero who slams bullets back
A vaccum which sucks up anything in range
A cannon which fires cannonballs
An antelope dodging its enemies
An injured man taking a rest
The sheriff charging two masked men
A warrior with gleaming armor on
A caveman swinging his club
A broom that brushes my opponents away
A phsyco, diving in front of bullets
The winner of a hard fought battle
My voice poem
I am an American
Free as any other
I am white
Just like my mother
I like to play baseball
As does my dad
I have friends just like me
Which makes me quite glad
I have my problems
As most people do
Violence and comments
give you a clue
I have a big family
7 in all
That's a big crew
to take to a mall
My life isn't perfect
As no one's is
But I like my life
Just as it is
Daniel
The Club of a Caveman
The leg of a chair
A pencil
A yard stick
The pole to a railing
A tree branch
A footlong hot dog
The hand on a clock
A telescope
A bench press bar
The handle of a hammer
A crowbar
A drummers drumstick
A baseball bat,6:34, baseball field,Tuesday
It must feel bad to be a computer
To have to stay in one spot
Being forced to tell your information
Like it or not
How sad he must be
Kept in slavery
Having to work fast
So it won't be his last
Here one comes to type on me
They come to press my many keys
Some look for bikes
Some look for skies
But all come to look at me.
I love the attention
It makes me look smart
Because what I do
Is really great art
The UFO
A manhole cover
A plate
The hubcap on a car
A hamburger bun
A hot crispy fried dough
A pancake
A circle metal sign
A tortilla filled with beans
The cap on a fountain soda
A satelite orbiting earth
Pizza dough being flipped in the air
A circular saw blade
A coin
A frisbee, my backyard, Thursday, May 7, 2009; 4:36 PM
Baseball
I am...
An iron wall, letting nothing past me
A hero who slams bullets back
A vaccum which sucks up anything in range
A cannon which fires cannonballs
An antelope dodging its enemies
An injured man taking a rest
The sheriff charging two masked men
A warrior with gleaming armor on
A caveman swinging his club
A broom that brushes my opponents away
A phsyco, diving in front of bullets
The winner of a hard fought battle
My voice poem
I am an American
Free as any other
I am white
Just like my mother
I like to play baseball
As does my dad
I have friends just like me
Which makes me quite glad
I have my problems
As most people do
Violence and comments
give you a clue
I have a big family
7 in all
That's a big crew
to take to a mall
My life isn't perfect
As no one's is
But I like my life
Just as it is